How to Keep Rolling After a Fall

How to Keep Rolling After a Fall

by Karole Cozzo

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ISBN-13: 9781250079299
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Publication date: 08/02/2016
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 371,536
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

Karole Cozzo is a school psychologist by day, a wife and mother of two by night, and a writer of YA romance in the wee hours of the morning. She loves camping out at Starbucks, breakfast cereal at all hours, and watching every movie made from her favorite YA books. How to Say I Love You Out Loud is her debut novel.


Karole Cozzo, author of How to Say I Love You Out Loud, How to Keep Rolling After a Fall, and The Truth About Happily Ever After, lives outside of Philadelphia with her loving husband, unendingly exuberant daughter, and eternally pleasant son. She is a school psychologist by day and a lover of all things colorful and creative by night. Karole spends her free time drawing with her young artists-in-residence, making photo books, decorating her home, and of course, writing.

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How to Keep Rolling After a Fall

Everyone Deserves A Second Chance


By Karole Cozzo

Feiwel and Friends

Copyright © 2016 Karole Cozzo
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-07929-9


CHAPTER 1

As I park in the lot of the Harborview Nursing and Rehabilitation Center, I realize that, for the first time ever, I'm actually excited to be there. I'm working a short, three-hour shift, and the shift itself won't be so bad, since I'm filling in on the orthopedics wing, where Jeremiah's been assigned.

After work, the two of us have plans to check out the end-of-summer party that spans the length of Ocean Isle's boardwalk. Since I've seen it in those mailers that started showing up after the Fourth of July, the phrase end-of-summer has stirred feelings of anxiety, loss, and sadness. But tonight it means it's time for a party. One final opportunity to eat handfuls of hot caramel corn with the salty breeze blowing across my face. One night to forget about everything else going on, in a crowd large and chaotic enough to get lost in.

I lift my butt off the seat and scrunch my hair as I look in the rearview mirror. Once upon a time, I was a shoo-in for "Best Hair" in the senior superlatives — it's long and wildly curly, with natural highlights. All summer long I've tucked it under a baseball cap with the brim pulled down anytime I've been forced to leave my house. But not tonight. I made an effort to look good for Jeremiah. And I want to pretend I'm the girl I used to be.

Walking across the parking lot, I decide this place would be a lot more appealing if there was, you know, an actual view of the harbor. Instead, it's located miles inland, in the middle of a bleak field. The builders tried to spruce it up with the usual gazebos and flower beds, but the name is still a bold-faced lie. It's a depressing place to be, for all of us who are here because we have no choice in the matter.

But not tonight! I think, breezing through the automatic doors with renewed energy as I picture Jeremiah's face. Tonight, it's a good place to be. I head toward the nurses' station to clock in, but when I catch a glimpse of Jeremiah through the glass-paneled cafeteria walls, I make a detour, a sudden diet Dr Pepper craving developing.

I feel giddy as I walk in his direction. We've been flirting for the past two weeks, since I started my stint at the rehab center. Jeremiah's a sophomore at Rutgers University, with a long-term plan for med school and a specialty in orthopedics — as he explained it to me, "I want to break some bones and fix 'em up again." Jeremiah's got it all worked out, but his plans are on hold at the moment. He's taking a semester off to help out with some family issues. He hasn't said what kind of issues, and I haven't felt right asking; I assume he'll tell me eventually.

In the meantime, I'm content with the flirting. Jeremiah's really hot — Abercrombie model hot, with the cool hair, and the scruff, and the smirk. He even looks good in scrubs. "One day women are going to be falling down the stairs on purpose just to end up in your waiting room," I've teased him.

He's sweet, too, taking the mop out of my hands and pushing it himself, and one time walking me to my car under an umbrella from the lost and found when it started pouring without warning. Then two nights ago, he snatched my phone and programmed his number. "So call me tonight," he'd said all coolly as he tossed it back. I had, and now we have a date.

Jeremiah turns away from the register and slides his wallet into the back pocket of his scrubs, and his eyes meet mine. I smile and wave and wait for him to smile back.

But he doesn't smile. He glowers instead, his brown eyes ignited with a fury that turns them amber.

"I know who you are." He's not discreet; he's loud, pointing his index finger in my direction. "And you can go straight to hell."

The blood drains from my face and runs cold. I want to vanish, but I can't move. My feet feel as if they're stuck in the wet sand left behind when a wave recedes, weighted down and useless.

A few trays clatter against steel, and then the room is deathly quiet. Workers stop serving, midscoops of mashed potatoes. Residents stop talking. The scene unfolds before me in slow motion as people who have had strokes and people in wheelchairs struggle to turn their heads in my direction.

"Nice try, Nicole." He says my full name, the one I'd used to introduce myself, like an accusation. "Nikki Baylor, right? I know who you are. You forgot your ID badge yesterday. Now let me tell you who I am." Jeremiah approaches and thrusts his right hand toward me with such force it jams against my rib cage. It's almost a shove. "Jeremiah Jordan. Taylor Jordan's my sister. My baby sister, for that matter."

I hang my head and clench my fists at the same time, the mention of her name evoking the usual combination of shame and regret and a desire to run and hide. Except my feet are still stuck in the damn sand.

He folds his arms across his chest. "Guess it's my bad. You should really find out a person's last name before asking her out." Jeremiah doesn't say anything else and I look up, but it turns out he was saving one final zinger. "But now I know. And now it makes me sick to look at your face."

Tears form in my eyes at once. It sort of makes me sick to look at my face now, too, but Jeremiah had changed that for a few weeks. Before I actually start crying, thankfully, whatever's holding me in place loosens and I run from the room. I dart through the side door and into the central courtyard, the late-afternoon sun glaring down on me like the harsh lights inside the questioning room of the police station.

I choke back my tears, bending over and grabbing onto my knees for support. I'll never escape this. This is going to follow me forever. I can pretend to be someone I'm not — I can pretend to be the person I used to be — but it's nothing more than playing a part.

I shake my head back and forth and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, struggling to wrap my head around what just happened, feeling like I have whiplash. Jeremiah had come and gone so fast. The prospect of happiness had been so fleeting. I walked in the door envisioning the warmth of his smile; now all I can remember is the cold hatred in his eyes.

What the hell just happened?

"That was pretty harsh."

I straighten and turn around ... then look down. The boy is in a wheelchair more lightweight than most I see around here, and he can't be much older than me. But he has a more mature look about him, something about his deep-set hazel eyes and square jaw that makes him look more like a young man and less like a boy. His light-brown hair falls to his chin, and the muscular build of his upper body makes me think he might've been a badass at one point.

I square my shoulders and lift my chin. "I probably deserve it."

"Highly doubt that." He wheels a bit closer, shaking his head. "That was a bad scene back there."

"Well, you don't know what you're talking about." I stare into the distance and blow out the breath I realize I've been holding. "If you did, you probably would've stood up and applauded him."

"Nah, I don't think so." A hint of a smile plays on his bow-shaped lips.

"Trust me, you would've."

"No, I don't think so," he repeats. He taps his knuckles against the wheels of his chair. "Standing ovations, not really my thing."

I cringe and want to die. "Oh my God. I'm really sorry."

"No apology necessary. I'm not easily offended."

"Still. I'm sorry."

He nods once in acknowledgment. "'S okay." Then he tilts his head and studies me. "Anyway, I've seen you around here a couple of times. And I think you have a really nice face. I have a hard time figuring why it makes that dude want to puke."

I smile in spite of everything, just for a second. Then reality sets in again, and I cover my eyes with my hand. "Today officially sucks. And I need to clock in. Like, five minutes ago." I take a deep breath, trying to imagine how I can possibly make myself go back inside. "But I can't go back in there."

"I can have your back if you want," wheelchair guy offers. "Give you an escort."

I look at him, asking why without saying the question out loud.

He shrugs. "I'm old-school like that. A guy shouldn't lash out at a girl, and he really had no business putting his hands on you. Just because of a fight or whatever."

"It wasn't a fight," I mumble. "Not his fight, anyway. You certainly don't have to make it yours."

But he doesn't go anywhere, and I don't ask him to leave. He's a perfect stranger, sure. Still, he offered to "have my back." The exact opposite of what my so-called friends have done in recent months. And I want to take him up on his offer.

"Okay, all right." I collapse onto a bench, and he positions his chair beside it. "I just need five minutes." I slide the strap of my purse over my head and put it down beside me. "I'm Nicole. Or Nikki. Guess it doesn't really matter."

We're eye to eye once I sit down, and he smiles at me, extending his right hand. "Nice to meet you, Nicole or Nikki. I'm Pax."

"Pax? Like Angelina Jolie's kid?"

He chuckles. "Sort of. But no, not really. Matty Paxton, but people have called me Pax forever." He gestures toward my ID badge, and I notice he doesn't wear those fingerless gloves meant to protect his hands, which are red and blistered. "Do you volunteer here?"

I nod but decide I can't really call it volunteering. "My aunt's a physical therapist here. I'm fulfilling some community service hours."

"Whoa!" The smile breaks out on Pax's lips again. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and squints at me. "A hardened criminal, huh?"

"More or less." I tuck my chin, waiting for the inevitable follow-up questions. But he doesn't ask them.

Grateful, I jump at the chance to change the subject. "Are you still in rehab?" I notice his build again and figure he's an athlete. "Sports injury or something?"

"No, thank God, I finished rehab over a year ago." He flicks at the spokes of one wheel, and his voice falls off a bit. "Car accident two years ago. And this is as good as it gets. Three surgeries, seven months of rehab ... and this is as good as it gets."

Pax looks back at me, and the sun lightens his eyes. "But hey, it's all good. I'm here by choice now. Rugby team practice. And you want to hear a dirty little secret?"

I'm smiling again. "Sure."

He hoists a nylon sports bag onto his lap, unzips it, and lifts the top. "I'm addicted to cafeteria Jell-O."

I stare inside the bag, where he must have about a dozen plastic containers squirreled away: lemon-lime, orange, and the coveted black cherry.

"How'd you get your hands on those?" I ask, pointing at the dark red goo. "I've only worked here a few weeks, and I've already seen some wheelchair wars break out over the last container of black cherry."

"I'm not gonna lie. I flirt with Peggy."

Now I laugh for real, throwing my head back, imagining Pax kicking game to the perpetually cranky eighty-year-old cafeteria manager.

"Hey, there's no shame in my game. I love this stuff. And Peggy's actually pretty sweet."

"I don't believe it!"

I'm still laughing and smiling, and Pax nods in the direction of the automatic doors. "Looks like maybe you're ready," he says quietly. "Sometimes you've just got to face the worst head-on. Get it over with."

I nod and then stand and, with Pax at my side, make my way back toward the rehab center's side entrance. I notice his nickname, PAX, on the back of the black zip-up hoodie he's wearing. There's a number beneath his name, and I guess the sweatshirt's from wheelchair rugby. The regional team uses the rehab center gym for practices.

As I pass coworkers and patients, I tell myself that they've already forgotten the scene, that most of them have much more pressing concerns than silly cafeteria drama. Hopefully, this hasn't become one more place where I draw stares.

I make my way toward the clock-in computer, then my heart starts pounding with adrenaline when I notice Jeremiah moving in the opposite direction, barreling toward the exit with his bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes are still flashing, although he refuses to let them meet mine.

"He's leaving?" I ask the shift manager, surprised. Jeremiah always seemed to take his work at the center seriously, and I can't believe he's bailing on a shift just because of me.

"More than leaving," she answers. "He up and quit." She sighs. "Sure left me in a bad spot for the weekend."

I stare at the ground, feeling guilty, amazed at the residual impact of my very existence. He hates me enough to quit? Exactly how loathsome am I?

I hear a low whistle beside me and see that Pax has kept his promise. He's still with me. "You really did a number on him. But he's gone now, so ... at least you don't have to worry about him anymore, right?" If only it were that easy.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," I lie.

Pax slaps his palm against mine. "Well, I'm gonna take off, then. Hope your night only gets better from here, Nikki." He flashes me a final smile. "Gonna go home and eat me some black-cherry Jell-O."

"Don't get too crazy now." I hold his gaze a moment longer. "And thank you."

He nods, spins away from me with practiced ease, and moves smoothly toward the door. I watch him until I can't see him anymore, wishing he wasn't leaving.

In no time at all, Jeremiah made me an island again. But Pax kept me from suddenly sinking. It felt all right with him. At my side, having my back.

CHAPTER 2

Four days later, on Tuesday morning, I stand in front of my full-length cheval mirror, eyes closed. I imagine my day, the way it's supposed to be.

It is the first day of my senior year of high school. I've been looking forward to this day as long as I can remember.

I'm driving, so I leave early enough to pick up Lauren, Kaitlyn, Carlee, and Haley. The cover's still off my Jeep, and Wired 104 is blaring. There is just enough room for my crew. Five seat belts, five best friends.

Five best friends. The idea pains me and I wince, but I press on, the way a person sometimes keeps pressing on a bruise.

We have a similar style, and we're dressed in new outfits from PacSun or Hollister if we decided to be coolly casual, or from H&M or Express if we decided on trendy and dressy. And even if we hadn't dressed alike, even without the matching charm bracelets, it still would've been obvious to everyone that we were a group. You could always tell just by looking.

I park in the school lot and we bound out of the Jeep, truly excited to be there because school's a feel-good place for us. As we walk across the lot and into the crowded main lobby, we pretend not to notice all the noticing. The younger girls stop talking and stare at us like we're movie stars, and the more confident guys from our class call out compliments or saunter over to talk as we pass.

We're all pretty in our own way, and we're used to attention from guys. On long, hot summer nights on the boardwalk, we have our pick. We boost our ages a couple of years and talk to college guys. Even though Lauren is the stunner of the group, I can hold my own, with my delicate features, dimples, and long lashes that curl up at the ends.

I walk into school, loving my life, loving myself. It doesn't matter that my grades are on the low side of average — no one besides my parents would really care if they were higher. I am a cheerleader in the fall and play lacrosse in the spring. And when it's cold out, I can focus on my true passion. I take to the stage, routinely earning the coveted solo performances in show choir, a group I've single-handedly made cool. Onstage and off, I'm a star.

I smile and wave, wave and smile. I'm Nikki Baylor, and I'm on top of the world.

A horn beeps in the distance, obliterating my daydream, and my eyes fly open.

I take in the baggy polo shirt and the knee-length, already faded-looking kilt. I run my hand over my hair, which is pulled back in a boring low ponytail. Because who cares?

Staring and staring, I try to recognize this girl, but I can't. I'm uncomfortable in her clothes and in her skin. She's not particularly attractive, either. Guilt and shame are ugly-feeling things.

"And now it makes me sick to look at your face."

Suddenly, Jeremiah's hateful voice is back inside my head. It makes my stomach cramp with worry.

I flip the mirror with one strong push, and my image tumbles round and round until I'm half-dizzy and can't see it anymore.

I drag my feet to the driveway, where I run into my mother. She's a bit breathless, having left the ignition running to come find me.

"I need to leave, Nikki. Ten minutes ago. If I'm dropping you off, we really need to be on the road by seven ten."


(Continues...)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
OMG!!! This book was soooooooo good!!!
Take_Me_AwayPH More than 1 year ago
As soon as I heard what this book was about I requested it on Netgalley and hoped with all my might that they would approve me. And as soon as they did I started reading it. And I loved it. This book is definitely one I can read it again. Nikki is at first your typical teenage girl. She has awesome friends and is having a great party. But then things get out of hand and she's caught in the middle of a cyber-bullying incident. Now everything is completely changed. She's been expelled and now she's doing court ordered community service. Everything in her life is changing for the worse, until Pax comes in and changes everything. Obviously, the number one thing I liked about this book was the diversity aspect. Pax is confined to a wheelchair after an accident that left him a paraplegic. But besides that, I loved it because Pax was one of the realist characters I've read (met?) in a long time. He didn't beat around the bush and he handled every situation with a clear head. He never let anything cloud his judgement and for that, I loved him. I also loved the romance. It was so refreshing to see the two of them together and see how they interacted with each other and how they interacted with the haters. I loved how they basically shut them all down lol They were super adorable together. The only thing I wasn't a fan of was the fact that the entire plot was hinged on them not making it because he was in a wheelchair. I think I would have enjoyed it better had ALL the focus not been on him being in a wheelchair. Maybe give some more information on what happened with the cyber-bullying attack or something, but it was still a good read. This book was a really great read. I can't wait until more people can read this book and learn more about the subject. This book will take you through every emotion, like laughing and even an unexpected cry at the end. Everyone should go out and grab this one!
Lisa-LostInLiterature More than 1 year ago
Ahhhh!!! Another ADORABLE story by Karole Cozzo!! I ADORED How To Say I Love You Out Loud when I read it last year, so this one immediately made my TBR. I was dying to read more by Karole. My hopes were pretty high after loving her debut novel so much, so I was hesitant for fear that it wouldn’t live up. I’m SO happy that it did!!! This story was just as cute as Karole’s first! I loved it!! The relationship between Nikki and Pax was all kinds of adorable. I loved how Pax had such a wonderfully positive outlook on things. He hasn’t had the easiest life after the incident that landed him in a wheelchair… but he didn’t let that ruin his life. He accepted that his poor choices let to this life, and he accepted it. Even when times were tough, these two really were next to each other’s side. I loved how they worked together to better the other, never letting their insecurities or depressed thoughts get in the way. The cyber bullying aspects of this story, although very tough to read at times, I feel were portrayed extremely accurately. Nikki wasn’t immediately responsible for the bullying, in that she didn’t do it herself, yet it happened when she was present and she didn’t try to stop it. For this, she was fully responsible. It was hard to see ONLY Nikki have consequences due to this horrible behavior. None of the other responsible parties spoke up about their involvement, and Nikki didn’t rat them out either. It was hard to see them “get away with it” to such a big extent, but watching Nikki and the way she grew through the consequences of her behavior made reading this all worth it. I had a hard time with the parents’ behavior in this story as well. Nikki’s parents were obviously very upset by her behavior in the bully incident… but it broke my heart to see Nikki’s father basically not even look at her anymore. We get glimpses into their past relationship, and seeing how much it changed after the incident was heartbreak. I feel like as her parents, they should have at least given Nikki a chance to explain… even though the explanation, of course, wouldn’t have taken away the incident’s horrific nature. I just felt they failed a bit as parents in this situation. Such a wonderfully realistic story of actions and their consequences, learning to grow after a terrible event, and moving forward to a better life and a better you. This is another to add to my favorites list!! Karole Cozzo has proven that she’s an author to watch. She’s definitely being added to my must-buy list! (Thanks to SwoonReads for the review copy!)
DragonInTheCup More than 1 year ago
I knew I'd enjoy How to Keep Rolling After a Fall - because I'd loved K. Cozzo's debut novel - How To Say I Love You Out Loud, but I hadn't anticipated just how hard I'd fall for her two unlikely mains, Pax, a young wheelchair-bound man, and Nikki, a young woman in the aftermath of a bullying situation. Wow! Pax and Taylor's chemistry was amazing, and the heartbreaking couldn't / shouldn't push / pull between them kept me turning pages faster and faster. That's not to say this book doesn't have a solid heart. The difficult issues of bullying and the repercussions of online harassment are addressed beautifully. This book SHOULD be read by teens. (But don't forget to grab some tissues. I sobbed during a couple scenes.) A wonderful, heartbreaking book which will stay with you.
BooksDirect More than 1 year ago
While doing community service at a rehabilitation center, Nikki meets Pax, a wheelchair rugby player. Nikki's story is revealed slowly, but we eventually find out that she was expelled from her school for the part she played in an incident of cyber bullying. Now, ostracized by her friends and family, Nikki struggles to find a fresh start in her new school. She meets Sam, who was herself the victim of cyber bullying, but what will happen when Sam finds out about Nikki's dirty little secret? As Nikki's friendship with Pax grows, she slowly regains some of her confidence. But could this end up tearing them apart? This book is not only a beautifully moving love story but also a timely social commentary. The author provides us with the interesting perspective of not the victim, but the perpetrator, of the bullying, and we are shown that there is always more than one side to any story. The trials and tribulations of Nikki's relationships with both Pax and her own family brought tears to my eyes. Not to be missed. I received this book in return for an honest review. Full blog post: https://booksdirectonline.blogspot.com/2016/07/how-to-keep-rolling-after-a-fall-by-karole-cozzo.html